Act 2

Part I - Go With The Flow

[Verse 1]

Big up all the Monsta Island massive

And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid

Who asked me what we don't got that you got son

For one flow that's elementary, my dear Watson

Secondly, ever since I was little

Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable

Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap

With no hands, I chopped these drums off Truly Yours, G. Rap

Actual fact, relax

In this land of lyrical loss, black, I'm not the cool Sleestak

The one who might stop and talk to you

Poison to few, niggas who be biting styles I'm like pork too

Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly

When I got blues, I chew whole crews that's Bud Dry

So why ask why the styes from the cess

Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest

The super motherfucking villain grip the mic with an iron hand

Throwing MCs to the fire from out the frying pan

It ain't no use in trying, man, son stop crying

Fronting like you death-defying, need to stop lying

Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first

Now let me hear your verse while I'm choking you

With well refined rhymes like a editor

Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like Predator

Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound

(Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown

(Yeah yeah, only them two)

And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up (True, true)

[Verse 2]

I'd like to say, "Hi, it's Sci.Fly, the odd Merlin"

That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling

Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling

Who see God tore but never see God hurlin'

My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost

Me myself, I got flavors that out-taste most

With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose

Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host

S to the U to the P-E-R-uh

Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror

Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama

Who break bread with stingy kin-men, Indian borrower

Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows

Single-handedly with one eye closed

In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé

May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay

That's that inner smash way how he did it

Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it past a minute, it's the–

Exquisite scripts, that quick shit, go with flow

That's how we do it though

Part II - Doomsday

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]

I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop

Hold mics like pony tails tight and Babolats

Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound

Of the fly brown 6' 0" sicko psycho who throws his dick around

Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap

It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped

Femstat cats get kidnapped

Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that

Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility

Broken household name usually said in hostility

Um... what is MF? You silly

I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double

Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo

Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black

Stay in the zone—turn H2O to Cognac

[Chorus: MF DOOM]

On Doomsday, ever since the womb

‘Til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say

Right above my government; Dumile

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]

I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section

If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then

Cell number seventeen, up under the top bunk

I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk

Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped

God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape

Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children

One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building

While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer

I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer

A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime

Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime

Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need toothpaste

Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get mentadent

And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness

Real mens mind their own business

That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch

How come I hold the microphone double-clutch

C.O.'s make rounds, never have ‘ox found

On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown

[Chorus: MF DOOM]

On Doomsday, ever since the womb

'Til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say

Right above my government; Dumile

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]

Doomsday, ever since the womb

'Til I'm back to the essence, read it off the tomb

Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?

Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"

Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk

I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk

Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang

Nicknames off nibblin' tip of nipples metal fang

Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang

Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans

Only gin and Tang

Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang

Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth

It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth

I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth

Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth

But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce

So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife

Strong enough to please a wife

Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life

Cut the crap farce rap

Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing

What the Devil? He's on another level

It's a word! No, a name! MF - the Super-Villain!

Part III - Hey!

[Verse]

I only play the games that I win at

And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats

As a matter of fact, let me rephrase:

With more rhymes than ways to fillet felines these days

Watch the path of the black one: Supervillain

He wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor, chillin'

Ready and willin' to inadvertently foil that

Plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat

Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose?

And holds mics like he knows karate body blows?

Nobody knows the trouble I see

From the MPV fly dirty tailin' the bubble i30

For the record; this is some shit I just thought of, y'all

Science fiction that's not admissible ("Hey!") in no court of law

I live to rock mics 3-D

The only reason I seek to stop—to snuff the TV

I heard beats, they sound like karaoke

With monkey rhymers on a leash like

"Don't have this fairy choke me"

Hit 'em with a penny so we can get these peanuts

And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts

They locks Lex Luthor up in Green Haven

Since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven

Misbehavin' rap stars need Listamint

Call me Mista Bent, I'm at where your sister went

Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke

Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell—("Hey!")

—tell a joke, this could lead to catastrophe

'Bout to stop the violence right after these last of three

Shots from the black bat got me at headlock

Holdin' on to sanity by strands of that dreadlock

She told me, "Get off," I said "Bitch!

Let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick"

Then it hit me like the point of intoxication

Nigga, come out and rock this nation like ("Hey!") ox defacin'

A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation

In this world's strangest, most dangerous occupation

But you could do it, you the Super like in your building

Villian like trife Kinder is in All My Children

Plottin' and it sure to pay ends

With some real mature womens, and some more of they friends ("Hey!")

And when bad men roll tight, it's actual true

Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue

Who grip necks of Becks to triple X?

He just came in 4-D: Follow the ripple effects

And it'll lead you right to him, oh, snap!

It seems you walked into a trap, through rap

Zoinks!, this place is filled with pretender willies

One false move, and get broke off like end of Phillies

True believers, ain't nothin new to a

Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh-uh-

Rhyme of the month two page long

Bustin' off two gauges with my cape on wrong

Son, it's on, remind me of a Raekwon tape song

With a fleet of super bad... Status: Rae Dawn Chong

Let me know if y'alls with me, y'all! ("Hey!")

National and geographic down to the titty-bar

Rep Monster Island City, y'all!

To all my brothers who is doin' unsettlin' bids

You could have got away with it if it was not for them

Meddlin' kids!

Part IV - Rhymes Like Dimes

[Chorus]

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times

[Verse 1]

Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick

Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick

A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show

So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo

Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game

Came back from five years laying and stayed the same

Saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock

And G-Shocks her biological clock

When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose

Her Power U's was pure Brita water filter juice

Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him

Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him

Never seen the shit again, but he's still my dunny

The only thing that come between us is krill and money

[Chorus]

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times

[Verse 2]

Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not

If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along

Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks

Got getback, connects wetback, get stacks

Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe

To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro

This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks

"Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks!"

To the gone and lost forever like "Oh My Darling Clementine"

He hold his heart when he telling rhyme

When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven

He nasty like the old time Old No. 7

You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola

Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola

I told her, "No credit for a bag

If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gack"

Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck

And still keep your attitude on self-destruct

[Chorus]

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times

[Verse 3]

Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick

Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick

A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show

So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo

Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game

Came back from five years laying and stayed the same

Saying, "Electromagnetic feeling blocks all logical, Spock"

And G-Shocks her biological clock

When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose

Her Power U was pure Brita water filter juice

Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him

Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him

Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny

The only thing that come between us is krill and money

[Chorus]

We sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times

Part V - Change the Beat

[Verse 1]

A modern day marvel, but terrible, better, horrible

once he grabbed the mic from son, and crushed up all his metacarpals

He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident

After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went

Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill

They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill

But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant

And the super like 1-A, have a fun stay

One day, he plans to put in a runway

With enough land for his own projects and gun play

Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway

A lot of rappers ass out like gay runaway

It's how they say "semi-risque"

All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way

Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!"

They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh

Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch

In school, he kept a durag in a bag lunch

Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit

He writ this skit in Sanskrit

If the pants fit, sport 'em, but rock 'em low

Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though

It's like the same hustle, bro, two knuckles glow

Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show

[Part III]

[Verse 2]

Good googly moogly, see that loogie?

Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley

You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie

Just to cut her loosie like, *swoosh* Mitsurugi

Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from? His pops

You got to give the bum some props

Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker

DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor

[Part IV]

[Verse 3]

Villain for hire, admire the sound

Make sure the price is right before he come on down!

Rappers be on some, "You, you, you!"

Forgot who they talkin' too, too much pork stew

They need to not come out with nuttin' new

Blew the whole shit up on some "What this button do?"

DOOM cheat the game like walk-thru

Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Roarke do Tattoo

The way a lot of clowns get down is unnatural

This flow flip like oranges, apples

Rhymes is like lime to a Lemonade Snapple

Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple

First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone

Then they start rememberin' the Klingon with the rings on

In came the Villain with the old gear like, "Hi, there

Y'all play the rear, this whole year my year."

Metal Face beard like Brillo pad

Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad

the seeds call him, "Ol' Dad," the one the ol' ho had

Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads

Okay pal, pay him like Paypal

So we could be A-OK not OK Corral

I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow"

And maybe fuck around take a bow, now

[Part V]

[Verse 4]

Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades

Used to be straight A's and still made the grade

'Tarded ass, how he get cash so fast?

Year after last, left back in the retarded class

Should of went to Boces

Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be

Villain who always win, at least stay consistent

Find out where that bitch went, get a room, pitch a tent

they don't even know where their money spent

Part VI - The Fine Print

[Verse]

Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah's

Ten to one he sees ya through a beaker and a tweezers

Read the fine print and be like, "What's the big deal?"

Spun wheels of steel since broke wheel Big Wheel

Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread

Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him on his peasy head

Yes-yes-y'all to the beat, have it bald or Avacor

Have it your way, or grab a straw, Jabberjaw

Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney ho's

Lonely, like cheese and bologna only

I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac"

Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine, milli black

Listen to it go "bang!" Through and through a Kangol

A strange combination of a king who teach slang flow

Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing

Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion

And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time

Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer dime

Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the Philippines

I love the way she fill her jeans

Still a teen and made for strange bedfellows

Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes

Uh-oh, heads up! There she blows

A whole load of Head & Shoulders, and who care where she goes

Let the music take control

Just don't let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul

It's like putting fire to fake gold, it turn color

And get duller than a bake roll with no butter

The shutter of a cake hole

Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold

Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y'all

Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul

"He not whiteb yo" ... Oh, he mad light though

Either which way, they not ready for the lightning show

They can't scandalize mine

You could ask a swine who can't stands when I shine

Geedorah the professor, add a question to the lessons

He suggest you get a full assessment instead of guessing

It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men?

Or did he bring the butter, like the cookie chessmen

This just in: they ain't even worth the worry

Lying on their first birth, and couldn't even hurt a Smurf-berry

Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye

Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?

They too carefree with their mouths around here

Off with his head and display it at Town Square

On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight

In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might

Skull get smashed for weeks

'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off the cheeks

Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak

Out loud, at home, out in the world, or in the streets

There's no escape, just in case

All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go ape

The most slick-talking of burly guys

Get caught early and boiled in oil like curly fries

Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate

Can all get burned at the stake

Send word to his closest kins

for his sin we claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens

In the name of King Geedorah!

Don't make him catch a seizure